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Authors: Trent Evans
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resignation as he groaned out his climax, his hips crashing upward repeatedly, jostling her so hard it rattled her teeth.
So close, yet so far.
But she knew he withheld her orgasms at his will. When she was with him, she knew he considered them his (like the rest of her) to give or withhold, entirely at his whim. It’s the way she secretly wanted it — that lack of choice — but she wasn’t sure if she was completely prepared for what that might mean. Every time she thought she had the two terrifying, beautiful dominants figured out, they subjected her to something new. It was both darkly exciting and terribly confusing.
Blaine came down slowly, his hands stroking her trembling thighs, fingers occasionally dipping to her stretched sex to feel the combination of their fluids leaking out onto him. She inhaled sharply as a fingertip grazed the hard nodule of her super sensitive clit. Another touch like that and she’d blast into orbit.
Christ, please, just one more touch.
His cruel, satisfied chuckle denied her. “Need to keep you just off a boil, bad girl. You haven’t earned another orgasm yet.”
Easing her off him onto her side, she trembled against him as he slipped the blindfold up off her eyes, kissing her fluttering eyelids.
“We need to find your bikini. We’ve got somewhere to be, gorgeous.”
Chapter Four
“I want you on your knees under that blanket, Erica.”
“What — here? Seriously?” Little knots of people were clustered around them on the beach, but none were particularly close. She looked at her Mistress.
The flickering light from their fire pit reflected in Kathryn’s cold eyes, her lips a thin line across her strikingly beautiful face.
“Not a good idea to make her tell you again, Erica,” Blaine’s deep voice rumbled. “Just do what you’re told.”
Erica winced at the disappointment in his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips, and lowered her eyes. Kathryn, seated next to her, leaned in close, her breath warm on Erica's cheek. "So you hop right to it when your Sir tells you what to do. Why not with your Mistress?"
"I… I'm sorry.”
"Save it," Kathryn whispered, her voice barely audible above the crash of the distant surf. "That will be one of the first things we'll address if this goes further. For now, I want you on your fucking knees. Now."
"Yes, Mistress." Erica gulped. Their three chairs clustered on the beach in a semi-circle. She slipped off her chair, bumping into the knees of both her Sir and Mistress, seated to either side of her, surrounding her.
Erica knelt on the cold beach, a sharp withered stick poking into her shin. Her toes dug deep into the sand as she settled her bottom upon her bare heels. She could feel the ridiculously small thong bikini bottom dig into the crease of her ass as if it wanted to burrow into her body.
She scooted backward until her head ducked under the thick comforter that Blaine and Kathryn had stretched across their laps. The night wind, even in July, could be quite cold on the Pacific Northwest coastline. Tonight, the Fourth of July, was no different.
Someone nearby set off a battery of whistling, whining rockets, and Erica reflexively flinched.
Blaine cursed under his breath. "Idiots."
Slim, but strong fingers grasped Erica's chin, pulling her gaze up to her Mistress. Kathryn's eyes were gleeful. "I want you to suck Sir's cock."
"What?"
"Keep your fucking mouth shut, Erica." Kathryn's fingernails dug painfully into her cheek. "If you interrupt me again, you're getting an ass beating right here on the beach."
Erica’s eyes darted to Blaine. His cool smile and avid eyes told her she'd receive no aid from that quarter.
"As I was saying," Kathryn hissed, jerking Erica's gaze back to her. "You're going to suck his cock, and then you're going to put that tongue of yours to work on my pussy."
"Mistress… I can't do that."
"Why not?" A muscle clenched in her Mistress'
So close, yet so far.
But she knew he withheld her orgasms at his will. When she was with him, she knew he considered them his (like the rest of her) to give or withhold, entirely at his whim. It’s the way she secretly wanted it — that lack of choice — but she wasn’t sure if she was completely prepared for what that might mean. Every time she thought she had the two terrifying, beautiful dominants figured out, they subjected her to something new. It was both darkly exciting and terribly confusing.
Blaine came down slowly, his hands stroking her trembling thighs, fingers occasionally dipping to her stretched sex to feel the combination of their fluids leaking out onto him. She inhaled sharply as a fingertip grazed the hard nodule of her super sensitive clit. Another touch like that and she’d blast into orbit.
Christ, please, just one more touch.
His cruel, satisfied chuckle denied her. “Need to keep you just off a boil, bad girl. You haven’t earned another orgasm yet.”
Easing her off him onto her side, she trembled against him as he slipped the blindfold up off her eyes, kissing her fluttering eyelids.
“We need to find your bikini. We’ve got somewhere to be, gorgeous.”
Chapter Four
“I want you on your knees under that blanket, Erica.”
“What — here? Seriously?” Little knots of people were clustered around them on the beach, but none were particularly close. She looked at her Mistress.
The flickering light from their fire pit reflected in Kathryn’s cold eyes, her lips a thin line across her strikingly beautiful face.
“Not a good idea to make her tell you again, Erica,” Blaine’s deep voice rumbled. “Just do what you’re told.”
Erica winced at the disappointment in his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips, and lowered her eyes. Kathryn, seated next to her, leaned in close, her breath warm on Erica's cheek. "So you hop right to it when your Sir tells you what to do. Why not with your Mistress?"
"I… I'm sorry.”
"Save it," Kathryn whispered, her voice barely audible above the crash of the distant surf. "That will be one of the first things we'll address if this goes further. For now, I want you on your fucking knees. Now."
"Yes, Mistress." Erica gulped. Their three chairs clustered on the beach in a semi-circle. She slipped off her chair, bumping into the knees of both her Sir and Mistress, seated to either side of her, surrounding her.
Erica knelt on the cold beach, a sharp withered stick poking into her shin. Her toes dug deep into the sand as she settled her bottom upon her bare heels. She could feel the ridiculously small thong bikini bottom dig into the crease of her ass as if it wanted to burrow into her body.
She scooted backward until her head ducked under the thick comforter that Blaine and Kathryn had stretched across their laps. The night wind, even in July, could be quite cold on the Pacific Northwest coastline. Tonight, the Fourth of July, was no different.
Someone nearby set off a battery of whistling, whining rockets, and Erica reflexively flinched.
Blaine cursed under his breath. "Idiots."
Slim, but strong fingers grasped Erica's chin, pulling her gaze up to her Mistress. Kathryn's eyes were gleeful. "I want you to suck Sir's cock."
"What?"
"Keep your fucking mouth shut, Erica." Kathryn's fingernails dug painfully into her cheek. "If you interrupt me again, you're getting an ass beating right here on the beach."
Erica’s eyes darted to Blaine. His cool smile and avid eyes told her she'd receive no aid from that quarter.
"As I was saying," Kathryn hissed, jerking Erica's gaze back to her. "You're going to suck his cock, and then you're going to put that tongue of yours to work on my pussy."
"Mistress… I can't do that."
"Why not?" A muscle clenched in her Mistress'
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